it doesn’t take long
for people to be forgotten
unless you love them
then the memory lasts
forever
memories
“Negatives”
pictures can be good
remind you of the past
take you back to where you’ve been
pictures can be bad
remind you of the past
take you back to where you’ve been
My Best Day
Throughout my years of recovery (from alcohol and from hell), I’ve remembered many things, some of them good and some of them not so good. When it comes to memories of my dad, there aren’t very many.
In the past, most memories I’ve had of him were attached with pain, but through learning how to reject the pain, I now only have memories, and most of them that I remember bring a smile to my face, like the one I had this morning. Continue reading
Inspired by “The Sandlot”
When the older kids were little, we used to watch “The Sandlot” all the time, and in that movie, they showed a picture of young boys on a baseball field. You could tell they were friends. You could tell they were memories. Seeing an adult having those “memories” beside him in a frame inspired me to take a picture of Kyle and his friends ten years ago. Continue reading
“Do You Wanna Know”
people wonder who I am
I’m me
and for the first time in my life
that’s a good thing Continue reading
“Portraits To Ponder”
when I think about the kids
I picture them in my head
smiling and laughing
I do the same with friends Continue reading
The Makeup of a Smile
At Kyle’s graduation, I snapped these photos of Carolyn. I love the difference a smile makes and showed her what her eyes looked like with and without a smile. It reminded me of the Padres game I went to with Nathan the other night. Let me explain. Continue reading
“Memories that Remain”
Memories
Sometimes
better left forgotten
Sometimes
come forward too quickly
Sometimes
catch me off-guard
remind me of Continue reading
Mountain Memories
On Thursday, I had forgotten my folding chairs at work, so yesterday, I thought about taking one with me on my lunch, just in case Lee was somewhere sitting in the shade, I’d be able to join him, so when I clocked out, I grabbed a chair, headed outside, and asked Holy Spirit where to walk and listened.
On the path He took me down, I ran into my friend, Jose, whom I haven’t seen in weeks. We stopped to chat. Continue reading
Worship Flags and Infinity Scarfs 